The search for Natasha lasts for three days.
On the third night we gather on the beach for a service of remembrance. Symbolic ashes are cast into the ocean as we sing the old songs of the sea. A prayer of thanks is said for the volunteers who protect us from the uncertain waters.
One done the mood changes – we drink the local delicacy and sing songs in celebration.
It’s what she would have wanted people say
In the early hours, as people are beginning to make their way home, I see a blinking light on the horizon. Everyone is convinced that it is caused by the drink, a trick of the light.
I remain convinced otherwise, and after finishing my drink I wade out into the shallows.
Photo (c) TJ Paris